Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't bring me again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral on Marcy
All those new niggaz there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well not the last
Bleek's be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we goin' to for
Roc a Fella
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just me the word

Nah, ain't Jigga, it's your lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers from the street
Game I peeped those, my so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

Peep the steez, I for all those with twenty eight grams
On a up, tryin' to creep the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch that don't be cream, her
Last seen Bing, he got dropped between us
is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to sleep with a of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', kill you dead"
One week of this brought a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before came out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
give me the word